old fellow, you're in bad shape. lot of bumps and bruises. tonto, get some rags from the supplies and bring the canteen. me do. so, in an instant, the lone ranger, has made a momentous decision, for he has recognized the sterling qualities of the animal he has saved. for some time, the masked man and the indian camp beside the wounded horse. tending his battle hurts, and caring for him as best they know how. now, human hands have done all they can to help nature. in healing the animals wounds. can the wile stallion rise? gently, the masked man, coaxes the horse. easy. easy, big fellow. come on, on your feet. come on, boy. come on, boy. easy, big fellow. easy. ♪ ♪ him run away. no.